Thank you so much! A merry Christmas to you and yours as well. I'm hosting my daughter, husband, and grandson tomorrow for dinner and an overnight, kind of a tradition. My son and his wife live in NY state and will not be able to join us, but they were here for Thanksgiving.
I hazard to say, but you felt a bit of young Ted there on that hill. Adventure is all in us that started our youth mostly outside. My Grandmother had to leave the farm and live in town. When visiting I could always find a half dozen kids to play block tag. The rules were simple but we had many child like discussion on the nuances. One concrete however was you couldn't cross a street to avoid a tag. You had to be frozen in place after a tag until someone free could unfreeze you. All yards, hedges, fences could be crossed, stood behind and used as ambush if tactical flow of the game required. If some lot owner left a hose out, it was a moment to grab a drink. I think about the current view of the world and someone driving by some kid, standing with their hand wrapped around a stop sign post not moving, waiting for the 'unfreeze' and then at that moment, a kid bullets out of a back yard, with two others on his tail to do the unfreeze before being froze himself. Maybe people would have reacted the same then as now. Brakes squealing, necks craning, furrowed brows of the vehicle occupants. Was there general concern for the welfare of boys in toughskin jeans, girls in skirts and all wearing canvas high tops flashing past? Unknown. I know we didn't wait to see an adult point of view at the time. We were outside and the game had to be played. Thanks and keep moving.
Reminds me of our "kick the can" game with my nine siblings growing up. We lived on a farm so neighbor kids were distant but often joined in when they could come over. Very similar except it was all played out among farm buildings, hay barns, and machinery. But the play was similar with all kinds of rules. Other times we played "war" with a whole different set of rules. Lots of fun making do with what you had around you. Cell phones and computer games were not even imagined. Thanks for commenting and following along on these adventures!
If I could figure out how to take one along, I would! As a former helicopter pilot I appreciate having that kind of ability. It would have to be some type of floating variation to enable towing it. Unfortunately, it is unlikely to happen any time soon.
Merry Christmas to you and your family!
Thank you so much! A merry Christmas to you and yours as well.
I'm hosting my daughter, husband, and grandson tomorrow for dinner and an overnight, kind of a tradition. My son and his wife live in NY state and will not be able to join us, but they were here for Thanksgiving.
I hazard to say, but you felt a bit of young Ted there on that hill. Adventure is all in us that started our youth mostly outside. My Grandmother had to leave the farm and live in town. When visiting I could always find a half dozen kids to play block tag. The rules were simple but we had many child like discussion on the nuances. One concrete however was you couldn't cross a street to avoid a tag. You had to be frozen in place after a tag until someone free could unfreeze you. All yards, hedges, fences could be crossed, stood behind and used as ambush if tactical flow of the game required. If some lot owner left a hose out, it was a moment to grab a drink. I think about the current view of the world and someone driving by some kid, standing with their hand wrapped around a stop sign post not moving, waiting for the 'unfreeze' and then at that moment, a kid bullets out of a back yard, with two others on his tail to do the unfreeze before being froze himself. Maybe people would have reacted the same then as now. Brakes squealing, necks craning, furrowed brows of the vehicle occupants. Was there general concern for the welfare of boys in toughskin jeans, girls in skirts and all wearing canvas high tops flashing past? Unknown. I know we didn't wait to see an adult point of view at the time. We were outside and the game had to be played. Thanks and keep moving.
Reminds me of our "kick the can" game with my nine siblings growing up. We lived on a farm so neighbor kids were distant but often joined in when they could come over. Very similar except it was all played out among farm buildings, hay barns, and machinery. But the play was similar with all kinds of rules. Other times we played "war" with a whole different set of rules. Lots of fun making do with what you had around you. Cell phones and computer games were not even imagined.
Thanks for commenting and following along on these adventures!
have to trade in the kayak for a one man drone to go up cliffs lol
If I could figure out how to take one along, I would! As a former helicopter pilot I appreciate having that kind of ability. It would have to be some type of floating variation to enable towing it. Unfortunately, it is unlikely to happen any time soon.
With all his huffing and puffing, should this guy be doing this?
I think I answered that in the video. Thanks for the comment.